Unsurprisingly, Debbie couldn't figure out what half the junk in the place was, much less what it all could have possibly been used for. Boxes were piled all over the room, hordes of broken tech and off gizmos filling most of them with the occasional crumpled blueprint sticking out the top.
The space itself was rather roomy. Debris had formed, or possibly carved out, into a nice arch until it met with the wall of the stadium. From the looks of the ground, Peridot's room was on a section of the field.
Debbie took in the visual anomaly as Peridot crossed the room and began rummaging through one of the many boxes in the area.
"Hey, airhead!" Peridot snapped at the human, "Stop wasting time. Try to find something useful."
Debbie grumbled and stuck her tongue out at the gem. Peridot gave an indignant huff before making a pig nose in reply. The ginger human rolled her eyes and set about digging through Peridot's mess of belongings.
"For as fussy as you get about people messing with your things, I'm surprised you're letting me touch any of this stuff." Debbie mused aloud for the gem to hear.
"I didn't say that I liked it." Peridot grumbled back with a clear undertone of irritation in her words, "Besides, half of this junk is something those Crystal Clods broke." She harrumphed with a squeak of aggravation, "They're always breaking my things."
Peridot scowled and began tossing things into a pile behind her. Debbie shook her head and began rummaging through a different box. At about elbow-deep into its contents the woman recoiled. Amidst all the smooth metal or cracked pieces of machinery her fingers had brushed against something soft and fabric-like. Reaching back in, the woman wrapped her hand around the foreign leathery object and pulled it free from the crate.
"What in…" The woman trailed off as she found a belt, of all things, gripped in her hand.
Against her better judgement, and the encouragement of her curiosity, Debbie looped the belt through the loops of her jeans and clicked the ends together. The loud blare of static and bright flashes that suddenly emitted from the belt sent the woman tripping over herself and falling towards the ground. From somewhere in the room, Debbie heard Peridot swear.
The woman sat up and groaned just as Peridot skidded to a halt before her.
"You airhead, what did you touch?!" The green alien shouted.
"Hey! Take it easy," Debbie barked back with a huff, "I found this thing in one of the crates." Debbie muttered and pointed to the belt.
"You found a Gem Belt?" Peridot twitched a brow in surprise.
"Gem Belt? Kind of generic name-wise." Debbie replied.
"Well they weren't very reliable. We tried to mix the sterilized poofed gems with standard Homeworld tech. They're pretty glitched…I think Jasper mentioned something about their consciousness being trapped inside their own gems." Peridot waved dismissively.
Debbie glanced down at the gem. It was a dark violet color with a small bead resting on the lower rounded half of its teardrop shape. The bead was a lighter variation of the dark purple, with green lines running from it to the tips of the blue petals that sprouted from the gem.
Green arches sprouted from the petals to make a screen that was scrolling with text that was too tiny and fast to read. The text seemed to be affecting the purple gem, as lighter shades of text appeared whenever the gem pulsated.
"What kind of person were you?" Debbie mused in a soft whisper, removing the belt a moment later.
"There's a lot less working tech here than I thought there was." Peridot growled as Debbie walked over with the belt now resting dormant in her hand. "At this rate it might be more useful to teach you how to operate one of the PodFlasks."
Peridot suddenly froze up, a shiver running up her spine. In a sudden act of haste the green gem shoved Debbie into a pile of crates, sending them toppling over and mostly burying her beneath them. Before Debbie could even get a sound of anger in, Peridot pounced on the pile and hovered over her on all fours.
"Don't make a sound. If she sees you, we're both dead." The gem hissed much to Debbie's confusion.
That is, until a Peridot bounded to the floor and stood at attention. Not a fraction of a second later her gem glowed, activating a large screen on one side of the room. Once the screen flickered to life, the image was filled with one of the most disturbed and hateful-looking people she'd ever had the misfortune to see.
"At attention, Peridot." A feminine voice boomed venomously.
"Peridot reporting, Commander Yellow Diamond."